※ 𝟰 ፧ sworn fidelity

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As soon as we arrived to our location, Negan, who I rode with for the entire trip, got out and opened my door, "Welcome to the Sanctuary, Princess" as soon as I got out, the warm rays of the sun hit my skin.

"Mi casita," Negan said, his Spanish wasn't the best, but it was good enough for people to understand, "I'm guessing you want to make sure your boy toy is alive and well." He began to walk towards the double doors that were underneath cement stairs.

As she looked up to the building, she noticed that it wasn't just any building, it was a factory building, it definitely produced things the old world needed. The sounds of groaning walkers hit her ears, she immediately turned to see walkers attached to the fence as well as attached to various cement blocks. Her eyes widened as she noticed that her brother was being ushered towards them.

Se then looked over at Negan as her brows furrowed in anger, "What is he doing?! He's gonna get my brother killed!" She stepped up to the six foot-three man and held her ground.

"My men have things under control." He then put his hand on her shoulder and began to pull her towards the stairs, above he double doors., "Watch this shit." Although she couldn't see his face, refused to at most, she could tell that he held a smirk.

The single door that lead into the building was pushed open by him, they both walked in and he let go of her shoulder. His now free hand held onto the metal railing as Lucille was placed upon his shoulder.

Once she looked down onto the ground level, she saw at least over eighty people alone. But what really shocked the girl, was that they were on their knees. These men, women and children were on their knees as Negan walked into the Sanctuary.

"What the hell.." Aleena muttered to herself, "I met with Rick the Prick today, and guess what. We have half of his shit, and all of his guns." Negan spoke to them, his smirk and tone dripping with venom.

As Aleena looked out to them, she saw her best friend on the ground floor, kneeling. Not only was he kneeling, but he was looking down to the floor, not daring to look up at Negan.

"Along with today's score, those with the highest points will be able to take their picks of what they want, only after my lieutenants and I have our first pick." Negan added, Aleena kept her eyes on Evan. She wanted nothing more than to jump from the railing and run to him, but she knew that several different things could happen. She could injure herself as she jumped down, she could cause Evan to be punished, or even Daryl could receive the punishment.

She let out a soft huff as Negan looked back at her, "Respect. This is what Rick doesn't have." Aleena rolled her eyes and looked away, "You can all rise." He then put his hand on the small of her back and gently ushered her up the stairs.

She looked back down to see if she could get a glimpse of Evan, when she did, she could notice the faint discoloration of his cheekbone. Her eyes widened as she realized that he had a bruise.

Negan softly pushed her towards an opened door, leading to a corridor filled with rooms, "What did you do to him?!" She hissed at him, her hands shoved his arm away from her body as she looked up at him.

"Huh- Oh your boy toy. That wasn't me, he and a little fight with one of my men." Negan said as he looked down at the girl, "But now that you're here, I don't have to worry about any of that shit happening again."

Aleena let out a growl as she continued to walk in the direction he was taking her, "And because I'm such a nice person, I'll stick you next to him."

He opened a door and gently ushered her into the room, "Here's your new room." He smirked.

The room itself was smaller than the one she has- had in Alexandria. It was about the size of Judith's room, except the room had a bookshelf, a few books and vinyl records on the shelves, as well as an old record player on the top. There was a chair next to the bookcase, it looked like a lounge chair that you'd find in a hotel, or something.

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